Chapter 75 Awkward
Jingrong's passionate response right from the start was unbearable for G-Dragon. Besides, it had been so long since he'd had sex, so saying he didn't want to was impossible. Their passion escalated as their bodies rubbed against each other, and even the sound of wetness could be heard during their passionate kiss, creating the illusion of lips and teeth touching.
G-Dragon hugged Jingrong tighter and tighter, almost embedding her into his body, and the kiss became more and more passionate. His mind was empty, and he threw himself into this passion wholeheartedly, as if only at this moment could he feel that the woman in front of him belonged to him, truly and exclusively to him.
Yes, although Quan Zhilong agreed to Jingrong's series of unequal terms, perhaps in the future, he can indeed give Jingrong the trust and freedom she wants. Even if he is reluctant in his heart, he will definitely do well on the surface - this is not to say that Quan Zhilong is stubborn, he just chose a way that is more acceptable to himself after weighing the pros and cons. However, as a man with flesh and blood, some things are simply intolerable. It happens that this man is not only flesh and blood, he is also proud and has the strength and status to support his pride. Moreover, in his world, being in love with Jingrong does not matter who has a higher status. Although his girlfriend is the daughter of the chairman of a large group, it was she who gave up her self-esteem and pursued him at all costs. Based on this point, it does not necessarily mean that he is marrying above his station, and he has no reason to give in to her. Now he can agree to these conditions of Jingrong, which is nothing more than his love for her.
In love, whoever falls in love first learns to compromise first. G-Dragon didn't genuinely think those things were insignificant, but once Jingrong said she cared, he really stopped thinking about it and didn't care. If that were so easy, he wouldn't have been so hung up on those days. Jingrong said he felt insecure, but it wasn't something he could just say. Of course, it was also because he wasn't confident enough, always imagining things, and at the slightest sign of trouble, he'd start making all sorts of irresponsible assumptions in his head before even waiting for confirmation. But wasn't the main reason she didn't give him enough?
As his feelings for her gradually deepened, G-Dragon's attention and observation of Jingrong became almost observant. Every look, every movement, every word, even the casual tone of her voice on the other end of the phone, even the signs that she'd become distracted or half-hearted while talking, none of it escaped his notice. He kept it to himself, pondering it, the more he pondered, the more bizarre thoughts he had. Sometimes he even doubted whether she truly loved him. Of course, such thoughts were quickly dismissed in a split second. It was impossible. If she didn't love him, why would she cling to him so relentlessly? Even after her personality changed drastically, becoming the mature, rational, and indifferent person she is today, her attitude towards him remained the same. Occasionally, she'd been cold, but more often than not, she'd cherished him deeply. She'd secretly planned their six-month anniversary gift—G.R.—behind his back, given him such a big surprise before he left for Japan, and even though she was so busy, she'd always find time to visit him there. If she didn't truly love someone, why would she go to such lengths for him? But no matter how G-Dragon tried to reassure himself, there was one issue he had to take seriously. At least, Jing Rong was indeed not as treating him as before.
The connection between lovers is subtle. Although G-Dragon doesn't have a woman's sixth sense, he has been sensitive since he was a child. Children who play art have some sensitivity that ordinary people can't reach. What's more, after he began to care about Jing Rong, this sensitivity was reflected in many areas. Sometimes Jing Rong thought that his emotions were not obvious, but he actually knew them well. What's more, Jing Rong is now deliberately creating such a sense of gap for him.
G-Dragon didn't know exactly when Jingrong's obvious transformation began. Perhaps it was after Kiko Mizuhara's repeated actions and Kim Jin-ah's involvement in the fun that she was tired and fed up? Or perhaps it was after Chairman Xue's illness that the entire burden of the company fell on her, leaving her with less energy to worry about matters like love? It could also be that since becoming close to Jung Yunho, Jung Yunho has become a man everyone in the industry praises. As the leader of a popular group, unlike G-Dragon, Jung Yunho's demeanor is almost impeccable: reliable and self-disciplined. If G-Dragon's charm lies in the fact that women of all stripes throw themselves at him, even for a fleeting romance without seeking a formal relationship, then the women Jung Yunho meets are practically ready to propose. Such a man, who unconditionally convinces women to be his ideal husband, Jung Yunho is meticulous about his image, both in public and behind the scenes, never overdoing anything. That's why, after all his years in the industry, he hasn't had any rumors of a tangled relationship with a woman. While the rumors about Jingrong might be the media and fans overthinking things, what would they have to say if the two parties weren't close? G-Dragon knew that since Jingrong said no, she definitely had no feelings for Jung Yunho and only considered him a friend. But could she guarantee that she had no other intentions towards her? To be honest, with a man like Jung Yunho who is more likely to gain a woman's trust showing his affection to her, it is not impossible that Jingrong gradually becomes disappointed in herself and her feelings for him fade due to the comparison.
G-Dragon kissed very hard, and was also very absorbed in his thoughts. He was so absorbed that he didn't know when he picked up Jingrong who was sitting on the chair. The more he kissed, the hotter his body became, and a hint of desire leaked from the bottom of his heart. G-Dragon was a little tired of holding Jingrong with his hands, so he turned around and pressed Jingrong against the wall. This single apartment was not big. The dining room was connected to the living room, and outside the living room was a large balcony. The ground was covered with sunlight. A few meters away, they were doing the most intimate and most difficult thing at the edge of the sunlight. Jingrong came back from running and changed into a nightgown instead of home clothes after taking a shower. The thin silk fabric clung to her body and was as smooth as a second layer of skin. The nightgown only covered her thighs. When she was making salad in the kitchen, because the part-time aunt was there, she added a shawl of the same material over her pajamas. During the passionate friction, the shawl had long disappeared. What was clearly displayed in Quan Zhilong's sight was her slender neck, large and round shoulders, and a large area of white and smooth skin on her chest. Quan Zhilong pushed Jingrong against the wall, and hot kisses fell on her cheeks, neck, shoulders, and even her round chest, as dense as raindrops. His hands also did not relax, sticking to the silk nightgown and wandering freely all over her body. The ambiguous sparks burned more and more vigorously, and one could almost hear the "crackling" explosions ringing in his ears.
Jing Rong panted and responded with the same passion. Her hands first hugged his thin waist, then gradually slid down and slipped into the hem of his shirt. Her slightly cool hands pressed against G-Dragon's hot body. G-Dragon's breathing suddenly became heavier and heavier. He pressed his whole body tightly against Jing Rong, holding her neck with his right hand, and the heavy kiss returned to her lips.
"Jingrong..."
"Hmm." Jing Rong's voice also escaped from his throat, with a slightly hoarse sexiness and a bit of laziness, a style that had never been revealed in front of anyone else.
"Baby." G-Dragon's kiss began to move down again, holding her small earlobe, and waves of hot air blew over. His left hand slid down from her waist, across her curvy buttocks, and then to her straight beautiful legs. Jingrong's thighs were almost as delicate and smooth, like fine silk, with a little warmth, which was the feeling that G-Dragon lingered on the most.
The two of them were rubbing against each other, and Jing Rong's nightgown, which was not very long to begin with, was constantly lifted up. When she realized that there was nothing at her thighs, she looked down and found that her pajamas were almost lifted up to her thighs, and there was nothing underneath as if she was not wearing any clothes at all. Jing Rong pushed G-Dragon back slightly, pulled up the big hand on her leg and put it on her waist, then shook it slightly, and the hem of her skirt finally slid down.
Quan Zhilong sobered up a little from his passion, and once again returned to the red lips that he had kissed, making them redder and fuller, as if he couldn't leave them for a moment. He moved slightly against Jingrong's lips, and simple characters escaped from his lips and teeth: "What's wrong... Wife..."
Jing Rong was much more sober than Quan Zhilong. He put his arms around his neck, putting most of his weight on him, and said lazily and dazedly, "Go back to the room."
"No." G-Dragon refused without thinking, blocking Jingrong's words with his lips. His passion came again, so fierce that it even tended to burn his rationality.
Jing Rong was swept up in such a storm of passion. She never had the chance to say what she wanted to say. She couldn't resist when the man became tough. Besides, there was no need to resist at this point. They were at home anyway. What difference did it make whether they did it in bed or not?
Jing Rong is very open-minded. After all, this body is not her own, and she has no psychological barriers to playing with G-Dragon in the living room. The process is not important, and the right thing to do is to increase the favorability point.
G-Dragon enthusiastically put Jingrong's hands on his collar and guided her to unbutton his shirt. Jingrong then slowly unbuttoned the buttons one by one and then helped G-Dragon take off his shirt. G-Dragon cooperated by lowering his hands and the clothes automatically slid to the ground. Without G-Dragon's signal, Jingrong's hands had already spontaneously placed on his waistband.
At such a lingering moment, all the movements seemed to be slowed down. Jing Rong was still unhurried like unbuttoning a button, and her pajamas slipped down from Quan Zhilong's legs little by little. Quan Zhilong hugged Jing Rong tightly, feeling the heat of her body through the silk pajamas, as if he could directly touch the delicate touch of her skin through the pajamas, but it was just as if. Quan Zhilong was naturally not satisfied. The hem of Jing Rong's nightgown was lifted up by him again, and their legs were closely pressed together. Then Quan Zhilong fiddled with Jing Rong's pajamas straps while kissing her, and when he was about to pull the straps off her shoulders completely, Jing Rong was not very cooperative. Her eyes seemed to be now She just noticed it, her eyes fixed on the two beautiful words on G-Dragon's chest. This was the first time Jing Rong saw it with her own eyes. Although she went to Japan one weekend after G-Dragon got the tattoo, neither of them had the heart to do such things during those two days, so she didn't take off his shirt to see it. Of course, G-Dragon couldn't wait to show her with a video on his mobile phone the day after he got the tattoo, but there was still a difference between seeing it through the video and seeing it up close. Jing Rong could even reach out and touch it, and it felt warm. She could also feel G-Dragon's rhythmic heartbeat on her palm. The name close to his heart was Jing Rong, not Xue Jing Rong.
Perhaps Quan Zhilong didn't quite understand the difference between two and three words, but Jingrong couldn't ignore it. Undeniably, she was moved at that moment, though she would continue to scheme the next moment—perhaps all women are like that, saying sorry hypocritically while continuing to do what they were supposed to do.
"Does it hurt?" Jing Rong's fingertips lingered on Quan Zhilong's chest, touching it gently, like a gentle caress, and like careful care. A warm current surged from Quan Zhilong's heart. Her cherishment had been transmitted from her fingertips to the deepest part of his heart. The pain he felt at the beginning was swept away. At this moment, he even felt that everything he did for her was worth it.
Quan Zhilong hugged Jingrong tightly again, shaking his head. Jingrong's eyes stayed on his chest, so he lowered his head and pressed a soft, moist kiss on her eyelids. As long as you cherish it, all the pain is worth it.
Jing Rong's fingertips were still lingering on his chest. Next to her name, there was a delicate heart. Jing Rong stroked the heart and whispered, "I didn't see it last time. Did you add this later?"
Quan Zhilong kissed her lips again and replied softly: "Because I'm afraid you don't know how much I love you."
Jing Rong pressed her body against him, passionately extending her tongue to dance with him. After a lingering and passionate kiss full of sparks, Jing Rong tilted her head. Her red lips were still moist and shiny, a beautiful color. Jing Rong couldn't hide his heartache and asked, "It must hurt, right?"
Quan Zhilong wanted to shake his head, but after thinking for a moment, he asked, "If you know I feel bad, why did you make such a request before?"
Jing Rong raised his lips and said, "This way you will always remember me, remember that you once loved me like this, not afraid of hurt or pain."
Jing Rong doesn't say sweet words much, but every time she does, it always makes people excited and moved. There is no doubt that G-Dragon was moved again this time. The passionate kiss came again like a storm, sweeping away all the rationality of both of them. Jing Rong's pajamas had slipped to her feet unknowingly, and the two of them were finally naked again. Jing Rong usually doesn't wear a bra when she changes clothes at home. The fullness of her chest pressed against G-Dragon's hard muscles. The collision between softness and hardness always brings an incomparable feeling.
The balcony curtains were drawn wide, flooding the living room with sunlight. Although they knew they were in their own home, the abundant light still gave them an indescribable thrill, a sense of unease that threatened to be noticed at any moment, driving their passion ever closer to breaking point. Even in this search for passion, G-Dragon perfectly shielded Jingrong from view. Even if someone could see them, they certainly wouldn't see Jingrong. How could such a proud man allow his woman to be seen by others?
But Jingrong didn't know all this. Although she felt it was exciting, after being stripped down to her last piece of underwear, she felt more uneasy, as if she was doing it in broad daylight in front of everyone. Especially after she felt a hard object resting on her thigh, Jingrong had never been so embarrassed even when she finished her first time.
Jingrong turned his face away, avoiding Quan Zhilong's increasingly passionate and lingering kiss that made him blush and heartbeat, and then pushed him back hard: "Honey, carry me back to the room."
"No, wife." Quan Zhilong clung to her again. After such a movement, he took the opportunity to rub his lower body, aiming at Jingrong's softest place right in the middle of the red heart, and even rubbed it a few more times. Jingrong's face turned red uncontrollably, and something seemed to flow down slowly in her body. Quan Zhilong hugged Jingrong tightly for an instant, whose body became soft as boneless, and said in her ear as if begging or coaxing, "Do you feel it? I miss you so much, Jingrong, give it to me, I can't wait, I want to go in right now, okay? Okay? Okay..."
G-Dragon's baby voice also became hoarse, with a hint of sexiness in its darkness. Every time he asked a question, he would kiss Jing Rong's collarbone, which was her sensitive spot. He could feel Jing Rong's whole body trembling with every kiss. What he said was enough to make people tremble, so as he asked and kissed her, Jing Rong became more and more powerless and lay in his arms, as if she let him do whatever he wanted.
"Besides, I'm blocking you, so no one can see you, okay, wife..." G-Dragon was so anxious that his whole body turned red. The most private parts of the two were touching each other. Even through the thin cloth, they could feel each other's heat, and the hardness of someone who was so anxious that he just wanted to break in. This was simply playing with fire and getting himself burned to death first.
However, G-Dragon's last promise was quite effective. Jing Rong raised his eyes and saw the desire in G-Dragon's eyes. In the end, he bit his lip and nodded. He was right. According to this man's possessiveness, he really couldn't do such a dirty thing as letting others appreciate his girlfriend. G-Dragon was filled with ecstasy and didn't have time to completely remove the last barrier between them. He just pulled on himself with one hand, and then just pulled Jingrong's underwear down slightly, and then he couldn't wait to go straight in. G-Dragon sighed deeply. The wet, hot and narrow touch was the taste he had missed for a long time. However, although he had been so impatient before, G-Dragon still gritted his teeth and resisted rushing in. Although the foreplay was long and sufficient, he was still worried that rushing in like this would make Jingrong unbearable. Jingrong's vagina was originally small, and they were standing in a very stimulating position. The tense and uneasy atmosphere made her more sensitive. G-Dragon considerately held her waist and didn't move, trying his best to endure the dual psychological and physical impulses. Beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, but he still had to wait for her to slowly adapt.
This is the difference between a man's lover and an ordinary woman. For them, love isn't determined by whether they've slept together. There's only one woman who truly cherishes him, one who prioritizes her feelings, even at that moment, enduring physical pain until she feels like exploding, and who won't move on until she's comfortable. G-Dragon isn't a gentle and considerate lover. Sometimes, he's immature and playful like a child, his criterion for everything he does is based on his own happiness. This applies to both love and sex. It's only when he truly falls in love with a woman that he realizes he's not God. The true God is the person he loves. So, he gradually learns to consider the other person, to be a competent lover. And so, everything becomes about Jingrong's happiness above all else.
After a while, Jing Rong moved her waist slightly. Without her saying anything, Quan Zhilong understood immediately. He still held her waist and thrust his lower body forward, entering completely. There was even a little sound of water, which was extremely obscene. Jing Rong couldn't help it, and a long moan escaped from her red lips. The sound was not loud, but Quan Zhilong happened to be burying his head in front of her chest, and his right ear was against her red lips, so he could hear it clearly. Not only that, he could also hear her slight breathing, and her waist swaying with the rhythm of his movements.
Although doing this, Quan Zhilong went from enjoying it to serving it, but he did not feel at a loss at all. On the contrary, it was a kind of happiness and satisfaction that no one else could have. It was such an honor for a man to make his woman happy. Quan Zhilong was proud of himself. The louder and more rapid Jingrong's breathing became, the more excited he became. He moved in and out of her body tirelessly, and even suggested in her ear: "Scream out, honey, don't suppress it, you will be happier if you scream out."
Jing Rong rolled his eyes at him and whispered, "Shut up!"
G-Dragon was not angry, knowing that his girlfriend was shy. He held her in his arms with his big hands and let out a low laugh from his chest, showing his complacency.
But there is a saying that goes "Extreme joy leads to sorrow." G-Dragon didn't feel proud for too long because he felt something tripping him. He wanted to shake it off but couldn't. He finally looked down and was shocked. Tai Feng, who had been sleeping soundly on the balcony, had actually run to their side without caring about his life. Now he was looking at them with his head raised and a pair of wet eyes, and he was holding G-Dragon's shirt in his mouth.
Damn Typhoon, does your owner know that you are so awesome?
Quan Zhilong was no longer as fierce as if he was competing with others. Jingrong thought he was about to come, but he simply did nothing. Jingrong noticed something was wrong, moved her head out of his arms, and looked down along his line of sight. She was also stunned. Being looked at like this by the pet she loved, who was not even her own pet, would make her feel embarrassed no matter how thick-skinned she was. Jingrong immediately wanted to get off Quan Zhilong, but Quan Zhilong had already prepared and put his arm around her waist, making it impossible for her to get up or down. The entanglement made the connection deeper, and Jingrong's whole body stiffened. At this tense moment, someone was actually even bigger, simply worse than an animal...
Quan Zhilong's body also froze. It was said that men could not control their lower body. He now fully understood this, but now was not the time to sigh. He said anxiously: "Wife, listen to my explanation..."
Jing Rong didn't want to hear anything, buried his head and bit down hard on his shoulder. Quan Zhilong groaned and became even more excited. Jing Rong could feel it completely. He opened his mouth in grief and anger, but he couldn't break free. He could only command Quan Zhilong: "Why are you still standing there? Go back to the room!"
Quan Zhilong was stunned. At this moment, he was reluctant to let Jingrong down. He just lowered his head and glared at Taifeng with a fierce look. When Taifeng was completely confused by the glare, he carried Jingrong back to the bedroom in this posture... carried him back to the bedroom...
Jing Rong was so ashamed and angry that he grabbed the pillow and threw it at Quan Zhilong's face. Quan Zhilong was hit by the soft pillow but it didn't hurt at all. He continued to hit it without interruption, and softly explained himself: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it wasn't asleep..."
Jing Rong glared at the man riding on her, her usually calm face flushing, instantly radiant like a peony. While there was a physiological reason for Jing Rong's blush, there was another, even more inescapable reason: she was furious. Although she had no problem with doing this with G-Dragon, today she was being looked at in that way by her beloved pet, who was also the pet of a male friend with whom she had a not-so-clean relationship! For a moment, Jing Rong felt like a woman who had cheated on her husband.
G-Dragon took every opportunity to flirt with Jingrong. Throughout history, pillow talk is not just a women's patent. He thought he had used all his tricks to serve Jingrong happily, and she would definitely not be able to refuse his proposal.
"The main problem is that the dog is too clueless. Didn't its owner teach it not to look at anything inappropriate?!"
Jing Rong was almost laughing at Quan Zhilong's indignant look. Before he could express his opinion, Quan Zhilong said again: "Wife, this is someone else's pussy after all. It would be embarrassing if it saw this kind of thing..."
"You still feel embarrassed?!"
"Of course I know. I don't intend to let anyone other than my wife see my naked body, not even a dog!" Quan Zhilong did not forget to brag about himself at this time, "I am very conscious!"
Jing Rong rolled his eyes at him, as if he didn't want to pay any attention to him. Quan Zhilong was not discouraged. He bent down and pressed his whole body against Jing Rong again, changing to the most ancient posture, slowly doing the most intimate and loving thing, his lips almost touching Jing Rong's ear as he said, "Wife, let's send it back."
Jing Rong finally realized how petty this man was and how he could care so much about a dog. He just rolled his eyes at him and didn't even bother to say anything.
After they were done, Quan Zhilong held Jingrong tightly in his arms, stroking her back again and again. He hadn't given up on his previous idea and tried to persuade her again: "Wife, don't you think it would be awkward to keep this dog? Besides, it's just our world of two, and having one more thing would be an eyesore..."
"I understand." Jing Rong said calmly, "How can I continue to support her now that she's in this state?"
When Quan Zhilong heard this, he immediately became excited. He hugged Jingrong tightly and kissed her between the eyebrows: "I know that my dear, you don't want our world of two to be destroyed. Don't worry, if you feel lonely when I'm not around in the future, I will send our tiger to accompany you."
Jing Rong smiled indifferently and said nothing. Having achieved his wish, Quan Zhilong no longer pestered her. He just hugged her, closed his eyes and said, "Sleep with me for a while."
Jing Rong raised his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, then smiled and said, "Okay."
G-Dragon curled his lips and tightened his hold on her.
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